There really once was a Hunger Games.
Children, underage and ruthless, at each other's throats and hands caressing blades of knives and the sound of blood dripping upon these lands.
It ended when the bombs hit. Little was spared; the Capitol met its ultimate downfall and all was lost- the technology, the lavish foods and lifestyles...
Nothing.
Man dispersed, recolinating the baron land and cultivating different crops- trees began to grow once more, grass began to bloom and all was well.
There were no more Hunger Games.
No more demented slayings of innocence.
Or, so they thought.
A great span of time passed. The forest, the lifeline of Man, ultimately revived itself, flourishing and blotting across Seas and Hill as time grew elder.
And, with it, came animals.
Old animals none would thought to see again- glimmers of the horrendous past splayed across their frightened eyes and trembling fingers, they returned with a sort of vengeance, ravenous and bloodthirsty.
There was little they could do apart from disperse once more.
Footprints of lost children and adults were never seen, and bitter frost came and isolated Panem further from land, and all that remained was the continent that none had ever seen.
The arenas, however, were overun by strange creatures. Creatures that had yet to leave, whom were to late apart from adapt to the new land.
In time, Man would learn they had lost Panem, and must coexist on the verge of coastland, where they shivered and congregated to protect themselves from the flickering shadows sired from their very own flames.
And then came the howls.
Little knew how these wolves returned, but it was pondered over and decided the beasts had never left.
And likely never would.
But, we trust you were already keenly aware of that.
Gamekeepers